Eeksy-Peeksy

augury doggerel

Tuesday, March 02, 2004

Doesn't

Just out this window, four deer across the snow, one behind the others. The three in front cross the road but cars leave the last one standing alone in the brush. It's cold and I see her breathe. I type blind (fix after) and spill tea and watch and she breathes white and steps in the snow. The others don't wait.

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